Wednesday, July 14, 2010
One Warm Spring Evening
One warm spring evening a Texas Hail Storm approached our area. The weatherman reported golf ball sized hail. Buckets of rain were pouring as I shined a flashlight to see the tips of her feathers. There she was not moving an inch, glued to her eggs to keep them safe. As I watched her so carefully protecting her eggs while the hail came thrashing down, my admiration for her grew. I checked the nest the next day and not one egg was cracked. Trees had blown down, windows were broken but her eggs were safe.